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Veronica Mars‘ Kyle Gallner is a good-natured engineering nerd. This is his first year at college. Because this a movie, instead of committing suicide by the third week of semester, he beds down a sexy mature student (Laura Allen). Oh, and fights off the advances of her 14-year-old daughter (Brittany Robertson). Rod Stewart had it right. Written and directed by Jeffrey Fine. Screening at this year’s SXSW Film Festival.
Director: Luca Guadagnino
Written by Luca Guadagnino, Barbara Alberti, Ivan Cotroneo, Walter Fasano
Starring Tilda Swinton, Flavio Parenti, Edoardo Gabbriellini, Alba Rohrwacher
The well-to-do Recchi clan unravel as the patriarch announes his successors and submerged passions rise to the surface. The film reunites Swinton with her The Protagonists director Guadagnino.
Wendy Ide: “The most elegant and controlled piece of storytelling in a long time is also skin-tinglingly sexy. Tilda Swinton (who produces as well as starred in it) is a marvel as the Russian matriarch of a Milanese fashion dynasty who falls in love and rediscovers herself.”
If you ever want to hear a fascinating interview about what it takes to be a jobbing art-house director, take a listen to Elvis Mitchell’s chat with Nicolas Winding Refn. The Danish filmmaker wowed us with Pusher, then found himself having to repeat the trick as his other projects failed to get off the ground and he sank into depression. This culminated in last year’s Bronson, a weird mash-up of expressionism and a job of work that takes as its subject Britain’s most violent prisoner. Refn has since climbed out of the hole. Coming up is his acclaimed Viking drama Valhalla Rising. This clip is also a teaser of sorts for a travel agency ad campaign. Like other Refn works, it’s both deftly stylish and a bit of a put-on.
“Ballard was a working writer, first and last; the where of it was not to be disturbed. Fixed routines served him well; so many hours, so many words. Breakfast. Times crossword. Desk overlooking a natural garden. Stroll to the shops to observe the erotic rhythms of consumerism. Lunch standing up with The World at One on the radio. Back to the study. Forty-minute constitutional down to the river. TV chill-out meditation: Hawaii Five-O and The Rockford Files rather than Kenneth Clark.”
— Iain Sinclair on J.G. Ballard’s Shepperton semi (via The Guardian)
Squally’s Internet connection is giving him a headache. So while away your time reading these: First, Richard Brody uses Pauline sur la plage to hit on the nature of Eric Rohmer.
Given Rohmer’s love of classical music (he wrote a terrific book about it, “From Mozart to Beethoven”), it’s worth noting what the pace of his creation implied: he was able to keep a rapid pace of production for the same reason that Haydn was able to write a hundred and four symphonies in his seventy-seven years and Mozart wrote forty-one in his mere thirty-five, namely, classicism. As they did, he had a system that was based on a set of self-devised conventions. That’s why, superficially, his films seem to resemble each other; it’s also why, like these composers, each of his films seems to be part of a distinct, Rohmerian world.
If you’re going to watch a movie called The A-Team, you deserve what you get. So no complaining. The trailer creators make it look like director Joe Carnahan delivers the mayhem, if not quite the tongue-in-cheek approach this material demands. Good to see District 9 man as Murdock, too.